This will hurt me...

Here you can see big brother taking little brother in hand and pointing out the all important Water Taxi as it approached the dock in at Geilston Bay.

I snapped this US military jeep parked outside of the corner store just up from Opossum Bay a few weeks back. You can see that it's a left hand drive (hence the special plates), and is no doubt the proud possession of some middle aged collector who takes some pride in his good fortune. Thus, we were intrigued to see the jeep piloted by six shirtless metrosexual teenage boys enjoying an incredibly homoerotic exciting game of "grab each other's ice cream" as they cavorted their way back to the jeep (sans seatbelts, of course). What would e.e. say? why must itself up every of a park , by E. E. Cummings why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquote to prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer "no"? quote citizens unquote might otherwise forget(to err is human;to forgive divine)that if the quote state unquote says "kill" killing is an act of christian love. "Nothing" in 1944 AD "can stan

This one is way back from the start of the year, and sees a refreshed and revitalised Ezra propped up waiting for breakfast to be served. Kudos to any punter who can guess the little bloke's favourite frühstück behandeln ?

I'm starting to get to know these kayakers rather well. They're out most weekday mornings before work, no doubt having a paddle and the stopping off for a quick shandy before heading in to the organic fruit stall for a hard day's slog...

The skin of a Russian princess, my Henry...

Christ Almighty, Theme Thursday already?!? I haven't even had BREAKFAST! Nor have these slightly dodgy looking seagulls lurking about Franklin Square this very morning . Dudes and I had a bit of a poke about in the turf looking for the odd grub, but coming up with little more than a discarded cigarette butt. Thus, far from the Bacchanalian feast envisaged, we are left looking at a mess on a public lawn with an empty belly. The problem, you see, is that seagulls (love 'em as I do), are well and truly pococurante . As I'm sure you know, the pococurante have a tendency to perendinate . Chroicocephalus novaehollandiae are without doubt perendinacious pococurantes ! BREAKFAST!

Ezra sets off to slay Jörmungandr with nothing more than half a banana. Good luck and godspeed my lad!

Another day, another beach. This time, Roches Beach in Lauderdale, looking out over Frederick Henry Bay. What I thought was an old pier or boat ramp of some sort, was in fact once an old slipway to a canal that carried "night soil" from the residents homes down to the beach. Yes, the Lauderdale canal was once all about " night soil ". Ewwww.

Here, for the very first time, I can present to you Henry as Telemachus and Jen as Penelope, discussing the long journey ahead. Off camera, of course, Ez and I re-enact Achilles' last stand.

Can you imagine buying someone? Not buying their labour - we do that all the time - but buying the person ? I can't. But for all of the problems I have with conceiving purchasing another human being, can you imagine selling someone?

I know that I've shown the Diamond Princess before, but I do like the clouds in this one. Anyway, the tourist season is drawing to a close, so I don't expect to be showing cruise ships any time soon. There was a woman on the bus this morning who appeared to be browbeating her husband on the phone, she looked like the archetype of a horror wife: stern hair, sour eyes and a mouth like a crack in a pie. Anyway, she chastising 'Phil' to "stop feeling miserable about it, get of yer arse and get a bleedin' job". She then did the best approximation of 'slamming' the handset down with a firm poke of her (chubby) finger. When did people lose their sense of shame?

Question: Is this assault?

How sad it is that the only tram you can catch here in Hobart these days is set on wheels and is really just a bus in disguise. Even sadder, can you guess the error that drew my attention to even take this photograph in the first place? BAH! Standards today...

Shells, rocks, narwhal teeth, penguin toenails... All can be found on the Derwent foreshore down in Bellerive. You can be guaranteed to find that Henry has taken home enough crap jetsam to fill a small wheelbarrow. (Or five.)

Tasmanians like beer. Australians like beer. Some like it far too much. Today's Sunday Top Five isn't really a top five, rather a grab bag five: Five Things About Tasmanians and Alcohol You Might Not Know ! The percentage of Serious Casualties [24+ hours hospitalisation] Involving Alcohol as a Crash Factor in Tasmania for 2007? 24% ! Tasmania has the highest proportion of young people aged 18-24 years of all states and territories who drink alcohol at risky or high risk levels causing short term harm (19.8%) Of course, that means 80.2% who don't!. In an inversion of data around tobacco use, risky and high risk alcohol consumption causing long term harm is more prevalent among higher income groups. Of all Tasmanians with the highest household income, 17% are drinking at levels harmful to long term health, compared to 9.4% of Tasmanians with the lowest household income. 15.9% of Tasmanian women consumed alcohol while pregnant in 2006. Analysis by age shows an increase in th